"Scissor Man" m. and l. Andy Partridge Rhinoplasty (1998) Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his book of names, maybe you are in his book of names So be kind and helpful to your mother Just think twice before you try and steal When he cuts with sticky silver snippers You may find the wounds will never heal All self made bad boys If you refuse to believe he exist You won't be frightened when you find out You're on his list, you're on his list, you're on his list So be good and never poison people Just think twice before the deed is done When you wake up guilty in the morning You may find important pieces gone "The Family and The Fishing Net" m. and l. Peter Gabriel Rhinoplasty (1998) Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams, her honey belly pulls the seams Curves are still upon the hinge, pale zeros tinge the tiger skin Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night, the sponge is full, well out of sight All around the conversations, icing on the warm flesh cake Light creeps through her secret tunnels, sucked into the open spaces Burning out in sudden flashes, draining blood from well-fed faces Desires form in subtle whispers, flex the muscles in denial Up and down its pristine cage, so the music, so the trial Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens, dance in circles, they the blessed Man and wife, undressed by all, their grafted trunks in heat possessed Even as the soft skins tingle, they mingle with the homeless mother Who loves the day but lives another, that once was hers The worried father, long lost lover, brushes ashes with his broom Rehearses jokes to fly and hover, bursting over the bride and groom And the talk goes on, memories crash on tireless waves The lifeguards whom the winter saves Silence falls the guillotine, all the doors are shut Nervous hands grip tight the knife, in the darkness, till the cake is cut Passed around, in little pieces, the body and the flesh The family and the fishing-net and another in the mesh, the body and the flesh "Silly Putty" m. Stanley Clarke Rhinoplasty (1998) Instrumental "Amos Moses" m. and l. Jerry Hubbard Rhinoplasty (1998) Amos Moses was a Cajun and lived by himself in the swamp Hunting alligator for a living, knock 'em on the head with a stump The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy Now everybody blamed his old man for raising him mean as a snake When Amos Moses was a boy, his Daddy would use him as alligator bait Tie a rope around his waist, throw him in the swamp Alligator bait on the Louisiana bayou Just about 45 minutes southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam and his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth, they called him Amos Moses Now folks in South Louisiana said Amos was a helluva man He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator, he only had to use one hand That's all he got left 'cause the alligator bit him. Ha ha! Left arm gone clean up to the elbow Just about 45 minutes southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam and his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth, they called him Amos Moses Here comes Amos and you should have seen his pretty wife, Hannah Well, the Sheriff got wind that Amos was in the swamp hunting alligator skin So he hid in the swamp, "I'm gonna get you boy." He never did come out again. Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to? Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou "Behind My Camel" m. Andy Summers Rhinoplasty (1998) Instrumental "The Thing That Should Not Be" m. and l. James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett Rhinoplasty (1998) Messenger of Fear in sight, dark deception kills the light Hybrid children watch the sea, pray for Father, roaming free Fearless Wretch, insanity, he watches, lurking beneath the sea Great Old One, forbidden site, he searches, Hunter of the Shadows is rising Immortal, in madness you dwell Crawling Chaos, underground, cult has summoned, twisted sound Out from ruins once possessed, fallen city, living death Fearless Wretch, insanity, he watches, lurking beneath the sea Timeless sleep has been upset, he awakens, Hunter of the Shadows is rising Immortal, in madness You dwell Not dead which eternal lie, stranger eons Death may die Drain you of your sanity, face The Thing That Should Not Be Fearless Wretch, insanity, he watches, lurking beneath the sea Timeless sleep, has been upset, he awakens, Hunter of the Shadows is rising Immortal, in madness You dwell